I married a mask. She was perfect on paper. Dating was priceless. Very few red flags. Looking back on it maybe 2. After we got married it really started to show. The first kid was in a year. The argumentative nature really came out. Even when her health was at risk I was wrong. I kept fighting for the kid. Showed her the world. Gave her everything. Still I was rarely right. 2nd kid came 7 years later. She never could be wrong. Finally one day I had enough. I told her we would divorce. I couldnt debate reality anymore. She framed me for a false DV accusation. Months later called, said she had been to counseling, realized how wrong she was. I saw what divorce was doing to the kids. I was so sad from it. I gave in. Blowjobs, lingerie sex, she came to my apartment every day. The kids were desperate to stay with me. 6 months I moved back in the house. 2 years was good. The degrading started, the demeaning in front of the kids. She was pregnant and dieting. I had concerns. She had blame. I tried to talk about it. It escalated. I continued trying. She lost the baby while dieting. I was broken. Nothing i said stuck. She kept spinning it on me. I tried so hard to find words. Sometimes too loud. Obnoxious. Searching for English to communicate what she was doing. She framed me again after 6 months. Only this time she worked the kids in. They disowned me. I am broken. It was a game. I fell for it.